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[Verse 1]
C G AmTwistin' around on blue leather booth
Dm GMy ears still popping from travel and use
C G AmI picked at my oatmeal and plumped up my
lips
Dm G FHe gives his hand a suggestion, wish
F CIt's not you, it's New York I miss
[Verse 2]
C G AmI've got a problem I think he could fix
Dm GHe seems to undo all my usual tricks
C AmBut the marks on his belly, the lines I
trace
Dm GShadow softness and romantic grace
F CIt's not you, it's New York I face
[Verse 3]
Am G CI dreamt of him on a JetBlue flight
Dm GNursing me into a feverish night
Am G CLay on my back, whisperin' his name
Dm GLetting him unravel a decade of blame
F CIt's not you, it's New York I claim
[Verse 4]
C G AmWell, in a thunder breath, I coughed up my
heart
Dm GMy life in my hands, a good place to start
G G AmLittle creature born of joy and mirth
Dm GLoving without the help of anything
C E AmLittle creature born of joy and mirth
Dm GLoving without the help of anything
C AmOn earth
F CIt's not you, it's New York that works
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